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Base/s: Thor/Avengers

Title: To Victory We Go

Summary: One hundred drabbles on what would happen if the God of Mischief got his hands on a certain list…

Music used for inspiration: None.

A/N: I am referring of course, to the Evil Overlords List. If you haven't read it, I highly recommend you do so. :) Simply Google it and it will be the first hit on the page.

I will not gloat over my enemies' predicament before killing them.

2. Winning

Quite frankly, things had looked better.

In fact, things couldn't really get much worse.

Tony was not having a good day.

He was rather sure that the rest of the team were having similar feelings.

"Greetings."

Tony scowled. And there it was. The crux of the matter. The one thing that made his day suck.

"Brother!"

And there was Thor, looking like someone (his psychotic younger brother) had kicked his puppy and trashed his crayons.

The villainous god in question inclined his head, an infuriating grin tugging at his lips.

"Thor." He greeted, mockery lacing his tone.

The rest of the team stayed silent, shooting glares that ranged from hatred to utter and complete loathing.

"Why so bitter?" Loki asked, looking innocent. "After all, it wasn't like you were going to succeed."

Tony rolled his eyes.

"Can't you just get to it?" he asked, giving the god his best 'kiss my ass' stare.

Loki blinked.

"I beg your pardon?"

A smile wormed its way onto the genius face, even though it made his split lip hurt.

"Can we get to the good stuff? You talk about how great you are and how we can't possibly hope to defeat you, we break out and, well, defeat you. There will mostly likely be plenty of explosions and some maniacal laughter on your part, but can't we just skip all that?" he continued on, "In fact, why not just surrender, we can be home in time for dinner!"

Loki studied him for a few seconds before snapping his fingers. Several uniform clad figures entered the room.

"Wait, you expected me to monologue?" he asked, half incredulous.

Stark was somewhat taken aback.

"Um, yes?"

The dark haired god threw back his head and laughed. It wasn't maniacal, but it was close.

"You really think I'm that stupid don't you?" He shook his head. He motioned to the ominous figures and they took their places beside him, all holding weapons at the ready.

Thor broke in, looking horrified.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

A sly look slithered onto the younger brothers face.

"I'm afraid we must say goodbye now." He turned to his men. "Kill them. Make sure they're dead."

Tony blanched.

"Wait! Aren't you going to gloat? We're at your mercy and everything!"

Loki cocked his head to one side.

"I'm not stupid. Giving a monologue is almost as bad as asking: 'What could possibly go wrong?'"

Tony felt Steve struggling against his bonds, but even the super soldier couldn't break out of whatever they were made of.

"Brother! Stop this madness!"

Loki shot his brother a look that clearly showed he wondered by Thor bothered.

"How about no?"

Here's another, these things are fun... :3 This one was taking a somewhat darker and more depressing turn, but I think I turned it around. :) Remember the three R's! Read, Review, ... uhh, Rawr?